Today has been a really nice day. To start with, I have THREE bouquets of beautiful flowers in my kitchen. Daffodils from church on Mother’s Day, amazing brightly-colored roses from Bethan as a “welcome home” gift, and red roses from Kagi when I arrived last Tuesday. The sun is shining brightly, and after yesterday’s frigid temperature today has been warm.
Kagi and I are having a friend from church over for dinner. I’ve been working on the meal, laundry, and cleaning the house (finally) for most of the day. I also got to exercise (a little) and went to the nearby tennis club to inquire about a part-time job. I’ve actually been really busy, and I’m not done with everything yet.
I have two thoughts for today. First, it is good to work. This has been on my mind a lot lately, but today was a great reminder. Sometimes working feels fun and sometimes it doesn’t, but the rewards are always worth it. Mentally, emotionally, and even spiritually, it is good.
Second, I have continued to think about what I realized during last night’s church prayer meeting. I was struck while we sang the song Bless the Lord how often I rejoice or despair in my circumstances — hoping in God for good things to happen in my life rather than in rejoicing in Him. In fact, I even rejoice in His creation more frequently than I do in Him. I love people — both specific people and people in general. I also deeply enjoy other elements of creation. I rejoice in animals and scenery and flowers and sunshine. I thank God for them, which is good, but there is so much more to it.
I think it’s right to enjoy creation. Really, I think it’s good and suitable. People are amazing. The rest of creation is amazing. I could never make any of it, it’s so far beyond my creativity and ability to even understand. But it pales in comparison to the Creator. It’s nothing in comparison to Him. He’s more beautiful, intimate, majestic, complex, and the list goes on. The creation should make me more interested in the Creator. It can be delightful and wonderful, but it cannot replace my hunger for the One who made it all. It should never be the primary source of my joy. He should.
The beautiful thing is that the more I can keep that straight, the more joy I know, the more courage I can demonstrate, and with all the more accuracy I can live my life. I can glorify Him all the more, which is the best use of my life. It’s exciting!